Wilbur Soot x Reader Oneshots :]

ender <3 :o

art by @swaggymilo on Twitter <3

o!wilbur, fluff, platonic

she/her

a/n: heyy so this is your origin enjoy, your mother is the ender dragon, yeah, you're special.
- you're a dragonkin and wilbur is a phantom

Y/N pov

I wake up on my side, my ears pounding with blood. I groan and pick myself up, it takes me a second to regain my balance but I got the hang of it eventually. I use my bedrock-durable wings to block out the sun from blinding me. Using my left wing as a shade, I quickly realise I'm not in The End. There's no grass in The End, 'nor any type of plants excluding chorus fruit in The End.

How did I get here? In the Overworld? Mother told me about this place. All the endermen talk about how this is a great place for gathering resources, an open land. None of The End Portals had been accessed, I'm sure of it. I grip onto the horns on the side of my head, whether it was because I was slightly fearful, or excited that I was restricted no longer, I felt some sort of emotion. I caressed the reptile-like scales I had on my face, phew, they were still there.

I wandered around the land. According to the descriptions given by a few endermen back home, this was considered a plains biome. An open field with minimal trees, grass that only reached up to your ankles and flowers sprinkled here and there. I frolic in the field for a while, admiring the sunset's range of colours. Once the sky dimmed it truly felt like home, apart from the shiny white dots, don't know why those were there.

I curl myself up on the peak of a cliff, utilising my wings as a makeshift blanket. Although I was used to the cold, it was still comforting to have something wrapped around me, it gave me a sense of safety remembering how it felt when my mother wrapped her wing around me, protecting me from any danger. But my royal status didn't matter here, I was simply a foreign being in a complex environment, frightened yet intrigued by the dangers which may lie ahead.

"Hello there, I'm Wilbur," a hollow voice says. I peer from under my wing, staring at him in confusion, "Are you alright?"

The man wore a red beanie, with skin as pale as the pages of a book tinted teal, but the pages were wet, consequently making his skin transparent. His yellow sweater contrasts with everything ever so pleasantly.

I only let out a small roar when I was supposed to say 'I'm Y/N,' until I realised I couldn't speak in this realm. I could tell the noise I created startled him a bit because he was backing away like I was some sort of monster.

Which I was, but then again aren't we all?

He attempted to go invisible but forgets that I can see his beanie. Once he realised, he takes it off. I could feel my cheeks dampen. That was my fucking chance to make a new friend and I fucked it all up, great job Y/N, you really did it now. I simply pick up a flower and wait for him to come back.

As time passed during the night, he never came. I waited and waited under the tree on this cliff until the sunrise eventually dawned upon me.

"I'm sorry for leaving," the voice returned behind me as I dangle my legs off the ledge, "I was just... scared."

I merely nod, anyone would be scared of me, being part Ender Dragon may be strengthening in combat and protection, but it definitely wasn't the best for socialising. Endermen could speak Ender Dragon, maybe I could find someone who could speak English and Ender Dragon if such an Enderman even exists.

"I like your wings." he complimented, which catches my attention. Back in The End, everyone was strict apart from close family, it was nice getting a compliment from someone I barely even knew. I stand up, facing him. He flinched at first, but he decided to trust me. I tap the beanie on his head, trying to give him a message.

"O-oh, you like my beanie?" he tries to confirm, and with that, I nod repeatedly. Ecstatic by the fact that he understood me in a way, I let out a few happy roars which seemed to make him laugh, "Thank you!"

We both settle down, somehow in the process of making flower crowns. My wing was wrapped around his back, so to make it easier for both of us he leaned on me.

"Are you from The End?" he asked, so I signal that he was correct with a nod.

"That's cool! How'd you learn how to make flower crowns?" I press my lips together, not knowing what to say. I didn't know if he knew what chorus fruit was, but it's not like I could explain it, "Do you have a plant that only grows in The End or something-?"

I nod rapidly once again, delighted that he had answered correctly for me, "Chorus fruit, right? Ranboo told me about those."

My hands stop, pausing the flower crown-making process. I slowly tilt my head up towards Wilbur. I recognised that name...

"What?" he pauses too, "Is chorus fruit not right?"

I shake my head, plucking out grass to reveal a small patch of dirt.

"Y/N, what are you doing..?"

I place the pieces of grass to spell out the answer.

"Ranboo?" I affirm his guess, "Do you know Ranboo?"

I nod slowly, my eyebrows motioning upwards. I'll admit, I did know Ranboo, he was one of my best friends in The End. Here's a hint to the backstory, was.

Everyone thought we were siblings, given our chaotic nature with each other. One day he was banished and he blamed it on me. Apparently, I was the one who turned him into the spoiled brat he is, the one who influenced him to think that he should cry if he didn't get what he wanted. Maybe a part of me believed him back then, and maybe a part of me believes him now, and even after all these years I still consider him my friend, even if he doesn't.

I finish intertwining the cornflower and blue orchid flower crown and place it on his head. He looked so elegant, so beautiful. A new friend, makes me miss my old one.

"We can go see Ranboo if you'd like?"

word count: 1059

a/n: i'm sorry this one isn't wilbur centric, i just felt like writing this it feels out of place in a wilbur oneshot book, but i really like it, forgive me :']